You crack an eye open, just to look around, and see the same things as always. Tall, black walls, the stone you rest your head on, and the shimmering haze of heated air swirling up from the lava below. This is your home. It has always been your home. The caverns treat you well- you have never known anything else. Still, though, you are deeply unsatisfied. Some untamed beast stirs from the bottom of your soul; it writhes through every single one of your waking seconds. /I have to get out of here,/ you think. /Now./